Not forgotten

Tonight, we’ve paused to reflect and remember the first anniversary of my father’s death. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since those sad, traumatic days in late December and early January last year. I’m forever grateful to have shared some wonderful travel adventures with Dad in his final year. I will never forget the grin on his face and the spring in his step as we walked around the Statue of Liberty, or the unbridled joy he expressed watching pandas do their thing in Beijing. Without a doubt, our time together in China, Canada and New York has become truly precious memories. Rest in peace, Dad.